Amy walked off the dance floor for a minutes rest, she grabbed a butterbeer and a strawberry and popped it into her mouth, she then took a spot against the wall, and once she was leaning on it, cracked open her can of butterbeer

Having turned toward Simon, he noticed a whole pie in his hand, his eyebrow lifting What the heck was he.... his eyes widening Oh no he wasn...

SPLAT!

His face dripping in pie, his hands lift to wipe it from his eyes, he shakes his head "What the..." his eyes narrowing at him, Oh he was gonna get it! Taking the pie bits off his face, he walks over to him quickly smearing it into the side of his face.

Reaching over to the table he grabs some potatoes. He heard the words food fight, so...food fight it was!

"Well one never stretches the limits if one never tries anything." A smirk threatened his face again, but he managed to keep the expression to a ghost of what it wanted to be. "If I can't handle all three, then I can easily give one up."

It was nice, feeling like he was someone else at that moment. Playing a part. It was slightly reminiscent of last term; while he'd been himself at that ball, for the most part, there had been a certain degree of him that had become exaggerated, different from normal. He supposed this time, it was just... a bigger part of him that had changed, and for different reasons.

What?

"Dollop head?" Nose wrinkled in confusion under the mask. "Angels make up words now, I see."

Ahhhhh, she was doing that swishy thing. It had been horribly distracting last term, with the other dress, and it wasn't any less so now. Eyes focused on her swishiness, and the memory of it brought on a smile.

"Terribly so."

He'd made her blush a lot, that night.

"Ah, but see... a man in a mask whose will is so easily taken? The only thing that remain hidden in the end is his face." He brushed his hair back behind his ear. "And even that will be revealed if someone were to figure out how to take that."

Good thing he was pretty sure most of the people here wouldn't try to take it off. It would have been nice had he been able to find a way to put it on so that only he could remove it, but in the end he was sure that wouldn't be a problem. After all, who would walk up to him and try to take it?

Ahhh. A compromise. "You'll have to be diligent, to check yourself when you start stealing shreds of it without realising." His fingertips tapped on her arm. "But I think you're fully capable of that."

Hehe.

"I wouldn't want to were I you, either. Terribly dysfunctional sometimes, you know. Tried to kill me more than once."

His tone had gone from vaguely serious to carrying hints of playfulness at that; it was, after all, a subject he could joke about easily now.

Simon smirk, he knew that JD would want revenge. "You'll have to catch me.." Simon smiled but before he knew it JD had got him back and was starting to grab all sort of the Table.

Simon smiled as he thought about what he would do next, so for now he got a Pie again and then splatted it in JD's hair.

His hair now dripping with another pie, he tosses a handful of potatoes toward Simon pieces splattering all over the place. Potatoes not being the best food to really throw without getting more then just the person he threw it at.

"Catch you?" lifting his eyebrow at the kid, he grabs a big handful of potatoes, coming at him "You look a little hungry." *evil grin*

"put the food back right now the house elves work really hard one the food and you making a mess.Tergeo she said loudly and the table was clean of nice food and not a mess.

"Oooooo" the younger girl had a voice. Taking a handful of potatoes again he smushed into her cheek. hehe "It's alright, we'll clean up." The evil grin appearing again, he laughs lightly grabbing more potatoes.

Simon smiled now he realised why he liked JD, he was so much fun to be around. "Well I didn't think you would be able to catch me." Simon stuck his tounge out at JD.

Simon couldn't duck in time the potatoes hit him and made a mess of his costume. "Well this makes my costume look better." Simon smiled as he thought about what he was going to do next. "Maybe I am." Simon chucked some potatoes back at JD.

Simon looked at this new person. "Hello." He said. "Who are you?" Simon had no idea who she was. "The house elfs won't mind if were having some fun." Simon laughed.

"Not interested in some jello salad would you?" he asks smirking at him, taking a bowl from the stack and filling it with jello salad. Walking over casually, he turns it upside down on Simon's head "There, a nice hat." he adds running off.

Simon hadn't been expecting that, taking the bowl of his head and putting it back on the table. "Your evil." Simon smirked as he grabbed a drink and poured it all over J.D's hair. "Now were even." Simon smiled as he stuck out his tounge.

"Of course I am" he replies with a grin "I just let people figure it out for themselves." Grabbing a ton of salad bits he tosses it up in the air watching as it flutters all over the place.

The food fight wasn't so much fun with just the two of them, looking around he wonders who might get to be another victim. Someone who hadn't noticed the food flying yet maybe.

Simon looked at JD, it wasn't much fun having a foodfight on there own. "I think we had better stop." Simon couldn't believe that no one had wanted to join in and he just didn't see the point in getting JD all the time.

Looking sadly at Simon, he'd wanted to get someone...Lafay especially. Sighing he looks around at others "Food fight anyone?"

His hair dripping in pie and potatoes he hoped at least one other would say yes.

"I admire your ambition," she answered easily, her left had going to fiddle with her bangle once more. "And, with a bit of determination to succeed, I'm sure we'll by flying round that dance floor."

"Yes," Nia replied. "You. Are. A. Dollop Head." There was a steely serious look on her face, with her chin tilted upwards so somehow she could look down her nose at him despite being shorter. How she was managing to hold it was anyone's guess, giving her lack of acting skills previously. "I think you'll find it is a word." One she'd made up. For him. Right there. He should be honoured really.

She caught the smile, and wondered what he was thinking of. She rocked on her heels, wiggling her toes again as she went backwards. She liked the idea of being in fabric ballet shoes. They were comfortable. She laid her hands flat on her skirt, and pondered his words.

"I suppose so," Nia said, laying her head to one side. Her fringe fell across her eyes, and she attempted to shake it out of the way. It didn't work, and instead caught up in her eyelashes as she went to blink. "Wouldn't it...be a bit late by then?" she questioned softly. Was he hinting that only he could take off the mask? Because, otherwise - why would it need figuring out? Not that she wanted to remove his mask. Because that would end their fun. Or at least, the mob of fans heading their way would put an end to it. Plus...maybe it was helping his 'character' and letting him relax.

"I'll try," she said, nibbling the inside of her lip as if she was nervous about such a daunting task. "It won't be at all easy to stop completely." Because it was funnn. Hehe. As his fingertip tapped on her arm, Nia looked up hopefully with wide eyes. "I'll do it. I will. For you." For a few minutes, maybe...

It took a moment for Nia to get his meaning. About his actual heart. At first, she'd found the killing bit rather disturbing, despite the tone of his voice. And then it had clicked. Had could she have been quite so slow on the uptake there? Tut, Nia, tut.

"You should tell it not to be so awkward." That's what she'd do. "If I could, I'd fix it. Nothing much worse than a broken heart..." Not that she'd really know. She hadn't exactly had the chance to get one, a metaphorical one. She was most definitely single. Which was nice, because it meant she could come with Raiden to the ball and it not matter. But at the same time...she felt like she was missing out on something.

Fang's head snapped up at the sound of the word "food fight" He initial reaction was to hide under the table. instead she just stood there, wide eyed like a deer caught in headlights.

"I help them made some of the food so it dosent make me to happy throwing the food.aslong as don't throw the cheese ball i'm fine with it.

A crooked grin broke over his face, and the young man shrugged nonchalantly. He'd gotten better about the whole dancing thing, not that he'd really let on about that. He'd had a bit of help, yeah, but his coordination and confidence in not stomping on feet was much better.

"Oh really?" he replied, the disbelief on his face not evident, though it was in his voice. "And what exactly is a dollop head, Miss Newtington?"

A bit late? He considered that for a moment. It would be, in a way. If someone were to give up everything but their face, then really, they didn't have much left at all, did they. But if they kept their face hidden, even while having given up everything else...

"There's always the chance to claim you're not who you say you are, I suppose." He chewed on his lip thoughtfully. "If you never see my face, how can you be sure I am who I claim?"

Ahhhh. She was doing that... cute... thing. With her face. The young man turned his face slightly, as if to make like he wasn't looking at her. She wasn't doing a very good job of it already, was she. The wide-eyed looks were just as bad as the others.

"As long as you try, then I suppose that's plenty." After all, if she was trying to not turn him into a boy!puppet, then the chances she would do so were a lot lower.

Hmmm. It was less awkward now, really. It had been horrible before, but now it was less so. It actually functioned properly most all the time, he was sure. But before he could voice that thought, the call of 'food fight!' reached his ears, and the prefect's shoulders slumped with a groan.

Because he was a prefect, even if he didn't want to be Raiden Kururugi tonight.

"Work beckons us," he muttered, flicking his wrist; again, the motion was nearly imperceptible. "So much for anonymity."

Taking Nia's hand, he pushed away from the wall and stepped closer to the small children who thought it was a good idea to throw food at a ball.

Honestly.

"Stop. Now." He made very sure that his wand in his right hand was visible. "This is a ball, not a baby pen. If you want to throw things at each other and cause a scene, you can leave."

Simon couldn't believe that this older guy was picking on him and JD, maybe he could pick on someone his own size. "Hey." Simon smiled at him as he saw the wand he frooze for a split second but well there was no prefect badge that he could see though maybe this person was a prefect well he'd just take his chance.

Grabbing a Pie, he chucked it at the older guy. "Hey you look a bit hungry." Simon smiled as he watched to see if the pie would hit or miss, he was hoping this guy would have a bit of sence of humour but he wasn't sure.

joey put a cherry pie into JD face there now stop it and do dance.she took off her mask and put food in simon face.

His eyes lifting as the prefect spoke and took out his wand, he smirked at him, shaking his head. He was determined to get more people, though hopefully Raiden wouldn't try to stop him.

His mouth dropping open as Simon chucked a pie at Raiden, he burst out laughing leaning against the food table. Well he hadn't the guts to do that yet. A piece of cherry from a pie fell off his bangs onto the floor as he reached for a pie himself.

Who might be his next victim? Turning he gets a pie in the face, by the younger girl. About to toss the pie at her, his feet slide on the floor full of food.

Fang stared as the pie sailed towards her prefect, she flinched a bit but then suddenly buckled over with laughter as the boy slipped on the floor. Quickly covering her mouth to try and stop the uncontrollable laughter.

Hecate arrived at the food table irate, "DeSimpson! Stevenson! Monctenaggio! What is going on here?" She asked adjusting her headgear.

johnny put a a pie into JD face opps.oh god professor lafay.he backs away slowly.

The pie flying out of his hands as he landed smack on the ground in the food, JD gasps as the pie went flying directly at a professor. His eyes going bugeyed as he realized who it was it was heading for. Scrambling he tries to get to his feet, and take off running as fast as he could, but couldn't get his feet steady with all the food.

"I...!" *gasp*

"A food Fight" she sighed.i'm sorry professor she smiled.i was just having fun.